Rebirth: Slice-of-life Cultivation

Ma Shicheng was quietly playing with his phone in the back row. Over the semester, he had completely figured out Dai Yongquan's personality, as long as you play with your phone without being too flashy, Dai Yongquan would pretend to be blind.

So Ma Shicheng was quite comfortable.

Not just Ma Shicheng, Guo Kunnan in the back row was checking out QQ Space.

He scrolled to a posting, which was shared by Yang Sheng. It was a picture of her riding a mountain bike, fully equipped, only showing her side profile.

The young girl's posture was vigorous and brisk. The image wasn't very clear, but it exuded a sense of speed, giving off a unique beauty.

There was also a caption, "Not cute, but very cool."

Guo Kunnan liked the post, then looked at the comments below.

First, there were several comments praising Yang Sheng for being beautiful, followed by Ma Shicheng:

"Who took the photo?"

Xue Yuantong commented, "I was sitting behind Jiang Ning, I took it for her (proud)."

Guo Kunnan occasionally glanced up at the teacher, Dai Yongquan, and then continued to use his phone.

Dan Kaiquan in the front row listened to the class seriously, analyzing the text. He had pre-studied, so the class felt quite relaxed to him, perfectly aligning with what his Chinese teacher spoke about.

Dan Kaiquan had made considerable progress in the last final exams and received encouragement from his parents and teachers.

He studied even harder, knowing that if next time, his results surpassed Chen Siyu, Bai Yuxia would be his.

In the entire class, only Chen Qian and another silent girl strove harder than him.

Chen Qian was a top student, which Dan Kaiquan could understand; however, that girl worked extremely hard, it was said that she read books until after 11 PM during self-study before going back to the dorm.

During class, she always listened and took notes attentively, showing an excellent attitude towards learning.

However, she only scored medium to low on exams.

Dan Kaiquan found this behavior puzzling.

"Class, I'll recite 'Ode to the Red Cliffs'." Dai Yongquan threw the book down and stepped off the podium.

Seeing this, Wang Longlong quickly patted Ma Shicheng, who swiftly put away his phone.

While Dai Yongquan recited the text, he liked to stroll around the classroom as if wanting everyone to hear his beautiful voice.

However, Wang Longlong just found him noisy.

It was distracting him from watching Brother Ma play games.

Dai Yongquan walked with his hands behind his back, pacing the aisle.

He first looked at Wu Xiaoqi, who was lying down asleep, his wrinkles immediately deepening.

Since he knew Wu Xiaoqi's background, he didn't bother with the kid, as he wasn't disrupting the class order.

Dai Yongquan cleared his throat twice, his signature sound ringing out:

"In the autumn of the year of Renxu, in July, Suzi and guests were boating beneath the Red Cliffs."

He recited while slowly pacing, and as he recited, he gradually moved to the back of the classroom.

Ma Shicheng and the others obediently watched Dai Yongquan, not daring to make any movement.

As Dai Yongquan recited, he occasionally glanced at a few students, his recitation unceasing.

He paced back to the front, next to the aisle beside Pang Jiao and Wu Xiaoqi, and at that moment recited the most thrilling part of the text, Dai Yongquan's expression was moved, and his tone suddenly rose, echoing through the class:

"Send a mayfly to the heavens and earth, a mere speck in the vast ocean!"

As soon as these words fell, the previously asleep Wu Xiaoqi suddenly yelled,

"Don't kiss me!"

"Boom!" With a bounce, he jumped up in place, like a sky-rocketing monkey.

He had been practicing basketball year-round, so his jumping ability was excellent. His jump startled everyone, particularly because everyone else was seated, making Wu Xiaoqi stand out more.

He ended up jumping onto a desk.

As Dai Yongquan was reciting with passion, this scene occurred in the classroom, almost causing him to pass out from fright!

Wu Xiaoqi sat on the desk, staring blankly at his classmates who were frozen, he asked,

"What's going on? What's wrong with you all?"

The Chinese teacher, Dai Yongquan, was furious, trembling as he pointed at him and yelled,

"Get out, get out now!"

Wu Xiaoqi knew he was in trouble and left Classroom 8, clutching his basketball.

...

After the class ended, Dai Yongquan returned to the staff room and explained the situation to Shan Qingrong.

So Shan Qingrong came to class 8 and scolded Wu Xiaoqi mercilessly.

Although Wu Xiaoqi had thick skin and didn't care about these things, he couldn't help feeling a bit embarrassed.

Especially when Dan Kaiquan asked him meaningfully what wonderful dream he had that made him yell "Don't kiss me." Had he dreamt about a beautiful woman?

After hearing this, Wu Xiaoqi felt a complete chill. He had dreamt about Pang Jiao giving him mouth-to-mouth resuscitation, which had jolted him awake on the spot.

The second period in the afternoon was Mr. Gao Heshuai's math class. Before the class even started, class 8 was in despair, especially the likes of Ma Shicheng in the back rows. Attending Mr. Gao Heshuai's class felt like enduring torture.

No smartphones allowed, just sitting there doing nothing.

When the class bell rang, everyone was ready to face their fate.

Class monitor Huang Zhongfei, holding his smartphone, walked up to the podium,

"I received a notice that Mr. Gao isn't feeling well. Everyone, classes 2.3 will be study hall!"

"Holy shit, holy shit!"

"This is way too awesome!"

The classmates were extremely excited. What they thought was torture turned out to be a spa!

Ma Shicheng and the others were over the moon. Without the teacher, they could happily play on their smartphones for two periods straight. It couldn't get any better.

Class 8 instantly transformed into a sea of joy.

Dan Kaiquan was anxiously uncomfortable. He wanted to swap seats with Chen Siyu and play Chess with Bai Yuxia, but he couldn't bring himself to ask. It felt too contrived.

Wu Xiaoqi, hugging a basketball, felt fatigue creeping in. He was a bit sleepy again but dared not sleep. Just before, Shan Qingrong had scolded him, almost resorting to physical action, warning him not to disturb the classroom discipline.

Of course, that wasn't the problem. Even if class 8 didn't accept him, Wu Xiaoqi could find a more suitable class.

What really worried him was having that nightmare again.

Ever since he knew about Pang Jiao giving mouth-to-mouth resuscitation to ninth-grade boys, Wu Xiaoqi hadn't been sleeping well. Just thinking about that scene sent shivers down his spine.

The more he feared, the more such things came to him.

He had just had a dream where he won a championship in front of a massive crowd. As he lifted the trophy during the peak moment of his life, he suddenly fainted.

From the audience, Pang Jiao emerged and leaned over him to administer mouth-to-mouth resuscitation; Wu Xiaoqi woke up terrified.

He didn't dare to sleep again, fearing that the horrible nightmare would revisit him.

To pass the time, Wu Xiaoqi glanced at his deskmate Pang Jiao, who had applied bright red lipstick, accentuating her plump lips.

Wu Xiaoqi's heart felt like it was being squeezed.

So, he looked at her a second time. Pang Jiao had a faint red on her cheeks, making her large face appear even more prominent.

No, he still couldn't take it.

Humans often have a morbid curiosity, always wanting to see images that their hearts can't handle.

Wu Xiaoqi looked a third time.

Pang Jiao noticed his nasty gaze and cursed,

"Peeping Tom!"

Wu Xiaoqi felt insulted. He wasn't angry; he seriously looked a few more times and felt a bit of his inner fear dissipate.

Indeed, the best way to eliminate fear was to face it!

Then Wu Xiaoqi thought of an even more effective method.

He said, "Pang Jiao, if I fall asleep again, just wake me up!"

With Wu Xiaoqi's logic, he believed this would keep him from dozing off and completely staying away from nightmares.

Pang Jiao had never encountered such a shameless person before.

Before Pang Jiao could respond, Wu Xiaoqi started playing with his phone. He actually didn't use his phone much, and even if he did, it was just to check basketball match information.

Among his peers, his dependence on smartphones was definitely the least, even the latest flagship phones; he used them very sparingly.

He trained in basketball diligently, starting from the sixth grade of elementary school, waking up at four in the morning to play basketball.

Although he was just over 1.6 meters tall, he harbored great dreams.

Watching basketball game information made Wu Xiaoqi sleepy again. His chronic early mornings made him sleep deprived.

He completely forgot what he told Pang Jiao and ended up dozing off on the desk.

Pang Jiao had waited for this moment for a long time. Seeing him asleep, she grabbed Wu Xiaoqi's hair with her thick fingers.

With the other hand, she slapped his face back and forth, making a loud noise,

"Slap, slap, slap!"

The sound echoed through the class.